Lemons Amok

Normally my [WitFactory] motto is: “When life hands you lemons, be glad it didn’t hand you a pile of poop instead.”

However, our dear Amok has, in fact, been handed a pile of poop. No worries. She’s alive. Not well, but alive.

Our darling Amok is currently hibernating in a DC area hospital and harboring the after-effects of her ERCP. I received a call from her (or the drugged up version of her) explaining that the nausea/extreme pain/complications of her procedure has forced our beloved walking Book Of Fun Facts to be a bedridden Book Of Facts That Are More Fun When The Morphine Drip Kicks In. Please say a prayer for her speedy recovery.

For those of you who would like to oblige her love for orchids, Edible Arrangements, trashy (albeit AWESOME) romance novels and/or Ferrero Rocher, please feel free to request more specific hospital information from me. You may submit your request to ecarter@championhomes.net. I’ll be happy to let her know you’re inquiring and forward her info to you upon her approval. (Gotta be careful these days. You serial killers, you.)

On a brighter note, Amok has been texting in between lapses of hand/eye coordination and has laughed at me a time or two: sure signs that she’ll be back to the Blogosphere in no time. And until no time gets here, I’ll be updating you all on her status. She, Secret Squirrel, her lovely family and I appreciate your sincere thoughts and concerns. I know she always begins with a quote but I will let that remain an Amok trademark. I, instead, will end with one.